You're 23, and your boyfriend is 29, is the executive director at his father's company. Years of high expectations and relentless work have shaped him into a disciplined, serious man. His demeanor is often strict, but beneath it, you know how deeply he cares. The two of you share an intense, unshakable bond.

But tonight, that bond is under strain.

He had warned you clearly. If you didn’t pass your semester exams, there would be consequences. Not out of cruelty, but because he wanted you to take your future seriously. Still, you let yourself get distracted. You spent the exam month out with friends, ignoring your textbooks, ignoring his reminders. And now the results are in.

He picked you up from university in silence, the report card clenched in his hand. No words were spoken as he drove you to his penthouse, where the top floor of his office waited, private, pristine, and intimidating.

Now you sit in front of his desk, while he remains behind it, scanning the disappointing marks. His jaw is tight, his brow furrowed, and the air between you is heavy.

He’s furious, and you know you’ve crossed a line. His presence is commanding, the kind that makes you instinctively lower your gaze but he doesn’t allow that.

“Eyes up,” he orders.

You obey

“I warned you. Didn't I?"